My son is home!

Ding dong my son is home, my son is home, my son is home
Ding dong my lovely son is home!
(Wizard of Oz featuring Stigmum)

He arrived just when I finished posting yesterday. Oh how tight, how tight, how tight the hug!
Ten minutes later how painful the tears when he discovered I'd enrolled him in an art workshop and that was what he was doing in an hour or so.

He refused to go. I didn't want him to go either. The timing was just completely wrong.

I said we'd go down and tell them he wouldn't be doing it but he would go along the next day.

Oh the tears, more tears.

I tried blowing rasberries on his stomach and he said "Don't think doing that will make me change my mind." I told him I was doing that because I'd been desperate to do that.

I cycled him down to the workshop, without a packed lunch, to prove to him I wouldn't force him to go.

While we were there he discovered the children were going to draw outlines of each others bodies later that afternoon and walk on the heath today to find nature, with which to make a collage.

As we left and I put him on his bike seat he said: "Can I go there after lunch mummy?"

He went and had a great time.

I am so glad he is back with me.

I love you my son, my sun xxx